Hold Me From Behind

Let me sell you where I start the tale

It was the 19th of June and I had a place to fail

I was grappling onto a medallion of truth

But I certainly learned life beats the fuck out of you

She swung six sweets cross her septum piercing

I'm in the corner of a restaurant she's been clearing

I give her my tip, 15 off the top

Of a 20 dollar bill, then she turns and then she stops

I'm stared at, bright red her eyebrows they stand

I hope a lass as fine as she is looking for a man

But what I am not aware, it's not the wealth that she seeks

But the metal on my necklace, underneath my shirt it peaks